The female Player didn't mind. She told them which testing device she'd used, then stepped aside.
After some of the eleven bought devices and tested their blood, they confirmed she'd been telling the truth. Only then did they use the information on Dimension Below to buy the appropriate Antidote.
The Player who'd been poisoned was the first to inject himself. Sure enough, after one shot, his expression immediately changed, and he no longer seemed as frenzied as before.
The other Players injected themselves with the Antidote in turn, and their eyes cleared considerably.
Seeing that the crisis had passed, the Players in the carriage stopped keeping such a close watch on them. For safety's sake, however, both sides compromised: the eleven left the Third Car and stayed in the Transfer Carriage between the third and fourth cars.
"You were poisoned by that bird too. You should buy a dose of Antidote," the middle-aged woman told the injured man when he returned to the carriage.
The man had been injured the night before and had already taken an Antidote. Though he suspected that he and the eleven had been poisoned by the same thing, their symptoms were different, so he hadn't rushed to buy another dose.
"I don't think it's the same poison," he told the middle-aged woman. "I just used the Antidote, and I feel a lot better."
The middle-aged woman didn't press him further.
The train settled back into calm and continued for three hours before darkness fell once again.
There were no incidents this time, but an hour later, someone died in the Transfer Carriage.
At first, no one paid any attention. After all, when Players wore defensive suits, it was normal for those around them not to notice their breathing.
But half an hour later, six people